He comes out to the orchestral suite of William Walton's Henry V
Refuses to shake hands with Jimmy
Sits unemotional on the plush armchair
I'm the technician running the cameras
Standing with a clipboard and head-set
Rousing the studio audience
Before agreeing to go on the show
He'd signed an understanding that said
He'd refuse to play Lip Sync Battle
He welcomed the make-up, but was
Seemingly agitated with the microphone
Up through the ruff
He sips the concoction that he first
Examined with suspicion and continues
To wear the provided sunglasses
That were deemed a solution to the bright lights
But also the dark glasses contain the secrets in his eyes
The ones he cannot disguise
After his disaster of an interview
I hand him this poem and after reading it
He suddenly shows an interest in playing Slapjack
Categories:
slapjack, humor, humorous,
Form: Free verse
You act like you’re all that -
gaining green when you rap,
but I say lines of utter crap
come from your verbal flap.
You lack and I can back that.
My slapjack, whapping facts
would not be rinsed with tact
since odds are a massive stack
of my fly responses so snap
they’ll waste yours to scrap.
You’ll bleed a need for a map
just to sense our distance gap.
I could secure a win wrap
in the deep sleep of a nap
with word whirls of pure blur
punching, crushing your rap,
maiming your able so unstable
it’s incapable to react transact
any how to track your ego back.
My hit of truth would impact
and sack your rap so abstract
that my heard word redact
would squish lisp yours compact,
then subtract, detract, refract
and ransack precisely exact
the trash you call a talent act.
So, go! Sate-debate my rap trait.
Nick Trim's 8 Mile Style Poetry Contest
March 16, 2018
Categories:
slapjack, confidence, culture, funny, rap,
Form: Rhyme
People are wierd at times
Saying the darndest things
Like "Go play with yourself"
Oh, the thoughts it brings
Slapjack, solitaire, pickup sticks
Is no fun at all
Think I'll crawl into bed
And just have a ball
I'm a pretty literal kinda girl
Be careful what you say
I may do exactly as you tell me
You'll be blushing every day
Categories:
slapjack, funny, people,
Form: Rhyme